Well, Husband got me as far as the walkway, and I got me the rest of the way shovelling into my barn, burrowing through the deep snow like the voles I hate so much. Meanwhile, they probably spent the night in the shop, just as I was supposed to do.
I’m working right now, and have switched all my CDs from the wonderfully inspiring folk music of the 60s and 70s to Willie, who inspires me in such a wonderful but verrrry different way! Sometimes I wonder about new media combinations and the type of people who will like it versus those like me who like to use just a couple of my senses at a time. Case in point: While I am listening to Willie or Waylon, I can imagine the wrinkles away, subtract a couple years, add an inch or two (use your own imagination on this one) and it may sadly improve the reality that not only is Willie not physically snowed in here with me, the man’s seventy years old. No, I’m not one to be given all the facts in a story.
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